We Made Love - poem (text page for video)

We Made Love

I hate what Flash graphics does to video, this should be
much better quality, but we get back to the refusal of
the web gods to use professional tools.

It is perhaps unusual to add a poem to some of the groups I have chosen, but then it is unusual to make a scripted video of a poem. Recently however I had been involved in threads centring on relationships and particularly on self help books offering sex advice.

People do not need sex advice to make a more fulfilling relationship, we are all born knowing how to do IT. What people in the modern, pressure cooker societies of the civilised world need is life advice on how to be. I hope this video in which my wife and I read my poem "We Made Love" as we look back on our long relationship will give a pointer on how we have kept our relation ship fresh and fun filled for over 30 years.

I look at your eyes, still soft, and not yet dulled by weight of years
and recall the days
when our bodies roared
with impetuous passion.

And we made love

on tolerant beaches
bathed in salt foam,
clothed in seaweed; or
under the upturned noses of golf-club prudes.

And we made love

skyclad on the
pagan hill, offering
our desire to an ancient deity,
defiant as the demagogues
tried to keep us apart.

And we made love

in a picnic area
by the side of the road
when more urgent hungers
kept us from our
bread and wine.

And we made love

in the midnight portals
of the Town Hall.
Restraint and certain items
of underclothing clothing
discarded on the steps
as the civic lions stood watch

And we made love

in the quiet of a railway station
while oblivious commuters
passed by us, going home
to abandon the remnants
of another futile day.

We made love
while others made fortunes
and pursued illusory happiness
in the security of numbers.
Our fortune lay in laughter shared
and memories we made.

Now
in the mists of autumn
as age gnaws at our flesh
and the forest sheds its colours
the way we once shed inhibitions
your head rests on my shoulder ....

I slip my arm around you
and whisper in your ear
should we make love:

or would you prefer a cup
of sweet hot chocolate dear ?"